Thursday, March 12, 2009

I was sitting alone at the bar

Nursing my drink so I could sit longer and fill time

Before I’d go home and cry myself to sleep

This guy sat down beside me

He ordered a drink with a fancy name

He’s cool, got it together

His phone rings

He reaches into his nice coat and pulls it out

‘Doctor Smith here’

He’s a doctor, of course, I’m an out of work seasonal worker, he’s a doctor

I hate him so much already that it hurts

‘Okay don’t panic Nurse Willson….we’ll get through this ..is the patient responding?’

It’s obviously a dicey situation and he’s so calm and cool

‘Listen, I have to go to my car and get the file..I need to see his file ..if I give you the wrong information….he could die..hold just for a minute I’ll be back’

He puts his phone down and runs out of the bar

I stare at his phone….

My mom always wanted me to be a doctor

I pick it up

It’s a nice phone

I cleared my throat

‘Nurse Willson?’

I say full of confidence

‘I’m back, okay listen carefully…open his chest cavity and immediately begin to aggressively massage the heart’

Nurse Willson is obviously a little startled

‘Just do it Nurse Willson’ I yell… ‘I’m the doctor and you follow my orders!!’

She asks a question about the patients’ leg

‘Nurse Willson, listen carefully. If you want your job, you do as I say, crack open his chest!..’

I looked at the door of the bar..nothing

‘massage his heart or he’ll lose the leg…I’ll be there in five minutes’

‘And Nurse Willson, know that I love to drink patients urine, it’s so tasty…..

see you in five’

I ended the call…put the phone back down and left the bar

I’ll call my mom when I get home and tell her that I’ve been thinking

Thinking about maybe finally getting into medicine

She’ll be so happy for me

1 comment:

  1. This is pure nonsense about nonsense. Playing God on a cell phone is not a funny thing...it is very serious...sometimes we just have to let go...and smell the rotting flesh...

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